The Pianist

Walking down the street

Suddenly I felt a repel.

A revolt from my own body

My feet 

They have refused to move

In a state of shock.

Something knocked my eardrums 

That regained my senses.

Vocals so calm and serene 

That made my feet start moving towards the direction of music.

Reaching the basement of the building

I stand awestruck

Hearing the notes of the piano

Playing my song.

Tears rolled down my eyes 

With each key playing

My heartbeat synced to it

And, the brain replaying the old memories

Of me on the keyboard

A while after

Seeing me standing at a distance

Pianist walks towards me

And, my eyes betrayed

Revealing the secret 

Of me as an old pianist

Which people wish to hear since ages.

But as the overcoat was called off 

The entire room was stunning

Seeing their favorite piano player 

Without her fingers to play.